"We're gonna die... aren't we?" your voice was barely audible. Simon shook his head. "Don't say that." "But we are." "Love..."

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders. "We're gonna be ok." He whispered, staring into your eyes. He lifted the mask off his face. "Promise me something Simon," you pleaded.

"Anything." "You're gonna find me." He looked at you. He knew what you meant. "I promise."